To Longing...

Some may call it science―say complex neurochemical effect―or even spell work. For a yearning resting inside you, making you restless. You may want to call it time travel? For the illusion of being suspended in time―here, now―yet secure where the mind allays. The mind traverses through details of everything it has longed for―a palimpsest of heartbreaks. Perhaps, even merging of time-sculpting wishfulness and emancipated emotions overshadowed with a touch of undying unrealism, artlessly calling it hope―what often is allegorical to the sun dissolving itself in the ocean every day.

With the persistence of my longing, I may call it desiderium.

If You Really Want Something…

 

work for it. (Saying this would be putting a dampener on someone's metaphysical belief.)

summon it. (so witchy!)

cry for it. (Like I did, as funny as it gets. Please don't.)

When I held this book in my hands, I wondered how something inanimate can teach me so many life lessons. There is a strong possibility I will cry every time I will hold this book. Forget Mr Darcy, this book alone makes me emotional...

Writing: A Telescopic Perspective

 The pen tempts me, so does the clacking of keys. I prefer the sound of the spacebar―almost an incomplete squeak. I find the enter key most annoying―just too loud to be a note.

26.04.2021